“Look, you don’t want to know.” I pulled my own hood up off my head. The light, flickering as it was above us, was dim enough to hide our faces anyways.

The truth was, I was itching to tell them. But if I did, all our progress would be lost.

As well as our friendship.

“And anyways, I know damn well that ‘where I found this’ is the least of your worries, knowing the situation.” I added, glancing around the old diner discreetly, before meeting his eyes.

“Still doesn’t mean I can’t be suprised.” They grumbled, lifting the pouch and shutting it. Tight.

“Are you though?” I sat down a smile threatening to crack my face.

“Yes, Alex, yes I am. A human bone that still has a connection to its soul is rare. And an intact skull?” He shook his head, leaning back. He pulled his hid down to cover his forehead more. He hadn’t stopped worrying about me and our methods since, well, since Kenna.

I crossed my arms and leaned on the table.

“Look, John, it doesn’t matter. What matters is getting Kenna back. Right?”

“Right.”

“So, whats next on your list?”